To our Look to the Stars family, whether you’ve been here since the beginning or joined only recently,

It is with heavy hearts that the Staff are announcing the closure of our beloved site. It will remain open for the entirety of August for you to collect your character profiles together and maybe hang around the site for the last time, but after that, LTTS will be closing. The closure comes for no reason other than the site reaching almost a ‘natural end’ in its life – all good things must come to an end, after all!

To celebrate the life of our wonderful site (or at least this is the case in our opinion!), we’d like to share with you a little bit of history because we’re proud of what our site was and what it came to stand for!
Way back in 2015, which honestly feels like forever ago for those of us who’ve been around that long, a wonderful woman we all know as Maggie opened LTTS’ doors for the first time. Here is a short quote from the very first OTMs, of which our site leader won. We feel it sums her up incredibly well: “Maggie is the fearless leader of LTTS (or so the members call her!). She designed and created LTTS to be a safe, fun space for folks wanting to roleplay fantasy horses without the confinement of a lot of rules. So far, we think she's succeeded! She is a very easy and open person to talk to.”

As mentioned above, before all else, LTTS was designed to be simple. This was a safe space for anyone who wanted to write their pixel equines. With its relaxed and happy atmosphere, the member base that followed the opening of the site simply proves what, at the time, a innovative site it was, proving that the most unassuming, modest roleplays have the power to build strong communities, something that LTTS has always prided itself on.

Since 2015, it has been one heck of a rollercoaster! The site has been through so much – surviving the opening of other sites, the very sad stepping down of Maggie and one or two (okay, many!) redesigns to keep it fresh. We’ve seen some crazy writing and some beautifully touching threads. There are so many characters that will live forever in our minds as legends who carved Elysium’s future into the earth and stone it is created of.
The current Staff team would firstly like to say a massive thank you to Maggie. Without you, there would be no LTTS, and many of us would have missed out on having a home in the RP world that is so welcoming. We’re sorry that your brain-child is closing, but we know you have some super exciting upcoming projects that we can’t wait to see; whatever you end up doing, we know you’ll be successful. Also to mention are the endless Staff members who have put so much time, effort and heart into LTTS. Here is an attempt to mention you all. Sorry if we missed anybody! Thanks to Maggie, Asyn, Blushie, Ana, Niki, Cecil, Scrimpyshrimp, Soupi, Revanant, Strixx, Briallu, Arabella, Mallory, Mercier, Mono, Boaz. Every one of you helped create this beautiful community, and you all should be so proud you were part of the LTTS journey. Finally, what would we be without our members. You range from young to old, shiny-new to veteran of the RP world and crazy to kind. One thing you all have in common is your ability to just get on. We’d like to say that we, as a site, have (probably!) had very little drama and we’re so thankful for you guys for making our job so easy. You’re all super sweet and respectful of each other. It’s lovely to see such collectivism online because it can often be missed in this internet age. Never have we met such a talented bunch of writers who also manage to juggle real life as well as roleplaying some incredible characters. A big, big thank you (and so many hugs) for your endless support.

As a final word, we’d like to say to our members – don’t stop roleplaying! We can name endless sites that are around right now (Caeleste, Rise of the Fallen, Fimbulvetr, Novus, just to name a few), plus there are many that are being created at this very minute. Go forth and continue your equine RP journey! The end of one thing opens so many doors into new and exciting possibilities.

There is currently no plan to bring around a LTTS 2.0. Perhaps in the future, the Staff will get together again and with Maggie’s permission, the world of Elysium will be reborn. (Remember that the idea was originally hers, so anyone looking to take inspiration from the site must speak to her first.)

But for now, we say goodbye, we love you all, and don’t forget to look to the stars!

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Summer, Year 3 Leviticus Era

• The new Firstborn Vihaan is visiting the horses of Carinae in Viridian Fields!• The Lost One has appeared needing help of your characters in this site wide plot!• Congratulations to Ritsika, the new player of newly mortal firstborn, Cora!• Welcome new Empress Kashmir of Heretic!• The Red Wastes now has a sub-forum of its own! All Lyrus members can post there but outsiders beware!• The training battle between Gotham City and Caelian has been decided on a winner!

Built to withstand the test of time, this brute's form is quite simply cast as baroque in type. With a straight, strong profile his dark head is well proportioned for his muscular, upright neck and easily carried with an elegant arch that slopes to powerful shoulders. From those shoulders grow wings of great breadth and spread with strength enough to carry such a heavy beast. A short coupled, muscular back slopes to robust hindquarters. Strong legs of undeniable length give him the advantage of height at 17.2 hands high and are covered with ebony feathers. At such a weight of approximately 1800 pounds his earth toned cloven hooves are inured to carry him with ease. Across his body the various tones of coal can be observed, dark upon the points and pale gray upon his wide barrel, giving him a distinctly blue roan coat.

Gazing upon the world with eyes as brilliant and expressive as the sun, he peers from two bright orbs of mainly shades of yellow: buttercup, gold, and citrine. Though if the mood of anger arises a distinctly red tinge spoils the brilliancy to a sard quartz. All the while feelings of joy and delight soften them to a remarkable andalusite burnt orange.

Much like the birds of the sky, his magnificent wings are feathered though their coloring mimics non of the avian kingdom. Stolen from dusk and dawn, his great scapulars and marginal coverts are a deep indigo of darkness being submitted by the light. The primary coverts are a deep violet and the secondary coverts are a dark raspberry as the battle is lost. Bright, fiery success is proclaimed as his primary remiges are colored cadmium orange. At last, the underside of his wings are a pale creamy white often seen during newly acquired dewy soft mornings. When the mood is just right barely visible dust comes from these giant wings. Particularly when he is feeling pleasantly happy or especially amorous his wings open to release star-like dust that glitters ever so slightly, giving quite the display when dark enough - or going unnoticed when in broad daylight. His tail is a feather-tipped appendage that is boned all the way to the tip. Subtly changing from ebony to the deep indigo shade, silky hair sprouts from the base of the tail and covers the underside for the entire length before feathers flare at the end. These feathers are as dynamic as his wingtips and allow for maneuverability and stabilization both on the ground and in the air.

Easy going and witty, Kyrian [ Kear-ee-an ] is an intelligent, well spoke, and respectful gentlestud. Often opting for the slightly more challenging path, he strives to do what he deems good or charitable. Be it helping a lost soul find the correct path to travel on their quest for home seeking or by standing against those who would do harm to a weaker individual. He maintains an unbiased moral compass, which does not leave him without faults.

Seeing the injustice practiced by an apathetic world, Kyrian finds himself unable to completely lower his guard to expose the true depth of his empathy toward those he grows close to. Allowing the vulnerable to seek shelter in his strength, he weathers the storm - emotionally and physically - alone and in command of his own thoughts. He is well able to follow orders and regard those in powerful positions with due respect, yet his true allegiance is to himself and his better judgement. This results in his inability to obtain a high supporting rank and his lack of political ambition allows for him to give counsel or advice without compunction.

Kyrian's physical strength compliments his inner workings. Level headed and slow to anger, he can deflate a serious and potentially violent state of affair with a few well stated remarks or quips. Often this stallion is picking a compromise to avoid unnecessary confrontation; however, take duel note that Kyrian is both virile and youthful so the occasional brawl isn't to come as completely unexpected. When a true cause has ensnared his undivided attention, he can exchange blows with the stubborn intensity of a canine howling for a stolen bone.

'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins,,

History

Everybody circling, it's vulturous,,

[ Birth Year ]

She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, Kyrian thought to himself as the sunlight glittered off the figure approaching from a short distance away. The mare had wings of great strength and a coat of brilliantly bright colors, similar to those she had bequeathed to her son. My mother is as beautiful as the sun shining off purple capped mountains. The dark colt took a deep breath to puff his youthful chest and bunched his still developing shoulder muscles to lift his heavy wings from their nestled place upon his back. Leaping forward, he sprung into a canter to meet her halfway, his thoughts still mulling. To be fair, the young colt supposed that most youth thought much the same of their mother's too. Always providing for him exactly what he needed, even when such a thing was a lesson in patience or some other frustrating virtue, his dam was ever resilient and kind. But he yearned for more than this one-sided relationship of parent to offspring dynamic, Kyrian wanted to explore the world and meet others. Wistfully, he mused, Like my father.

But his wishes were not to be met that day.

[ Weaning Year ]

"Don't look so forlorn, Mother," Kyrian chuckled, "I will return. This is my time to journey." Tossing his head, settling his thick ebony forelock off to one side, he peered at his dam with curved lips and an open expression of suppressed excitement.
The gangling colt standing before her wasn't at his full potential yet. Standing a feather short of looking her in the eye his legs looked too long and his head too big for his constantly growing body, but nothing dominated his appearance more than his enormous wings, those beautiful twilight wings. Despite all of growing he still needed to do, her son was handsome to her. She saw the beautiful soul bared for all the world through his expressive eyes and she almost ordered him to stay another winter with her, but she didn't because her little Ky would stay if she asked. "Be safe," she found herself whispering. "May we meet again."

[ Year Alone ]

This world of Elysium was more than his dam could have ever told him those first few years. As far as his eyes could scan, as distant as his legs could carry him, and as swift as his wings could yield him, he traveled and he did not travel the entire territories. Yet Kyrian saw things he could not unsee and heard mention of deeds he would rather have never heard. This didn't diminish the beauty of the landscape or the thrill of each new acquaintance, but he developed an air of caution. Still, after settling with nomads to learn the art of warfare, Kyrian departed as a friend from their company after a sudden pang of wanderlust. Through the changing seasons his body finally finished developing and he was in the prime of his life, ever ready for the next adventure.

Updated 3.6.2018 [ Fourth Year ] YEAR 2 – EXODUS ERA

Traveling south and west, Kyrian had come across a land named Elysium. It was fantastical and enthralling. There he would garner his magical skills and encounter incredible individuals, yet his nomadic heart refused to grow roots. Each herd was settled in startling territories of phenomenal presence but their leaders left more than just a little to be desired. The monarchs were scarcely more than whispers or fleeting encounters. Even more unsettling were the unfaithful firstborns, supposed deities, that cared little for their creation. The powerful creatures had pretty words strung together but lacked a bond, their word was prone to warp and twist leaving the citizens thirsting for their acknowledgement. It left Kyrian grateful that he kept true to his homeland and praised only the mother goddess, ruler of the earth, wind and sea. He would bond with more than one rogue and become acquainted with a number of herd-dwellers. They were held dear to him, every single one, but none of them could sate the need to roam that plagued him.

[ Fifth Year ] YEAR 3 – LEVITICUS ERA

Following the ever present beat of his heart to keep moving, Kyrian was upon one of the many coasts when he came across a beautiful mare. It was an ethereal encounter. Their night together was unforgettable and, for once in his life, Kyrian felt settled, content. Her name was Øydis. They would meet again and he would claim her as his siren, his good fortune, his treasure – only in his mind would he dare whisper, his heart and love. Making a pledge to stay with her, Kyrian mentioned need to get in touch with friends before they departed, as his sapphire maiden and he were full of adventure, so he went about saying his farewells and inadvertently started a dispute with a stranger, leaving him scarred. Returning to the coast, the pair set off and were enjoying their leisurely pace when a storm hit out of nowhere. They hadn’t traveled far but Kyrian was in the sky and Øydis was in the sea. As the dust settled, Kyrian’s panic turned to dread at the missing sight of his beloved. He agonized his injuries for the tempest had been foul enough to throw him from the sky. A wing severely wounded, he was forced to remain within the borders of Elysium to heal and further witnessed the callous nature of the darkness consuming the land. With physical and emotional scars, the dusk winged pegasus had set out to find his Øydis because he could not even think about a world where she no longer existed. Following the coast whenever possible, looking out to sea, he determinedly went forth.